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Winning Hearts, Taking Risks | Aventurine x Female!Reader

Summary: Aventurine and you, his polite yet reserved wife, navigate the early days of your arranged marriage. As the CEO of a renowned beauty chain, you are unaccustomed to affection and unaware of the subtle rivalries brewing around you. At a business meeting, Aventurine impresses everyone with a brilliant suggestion, drawing both admiration and jealousy from your male colleagues.

Tags: Aventurine x Female!Reader, Fluff, Arranged Marriage, Subtle Jealousy, Oblivious Reader, Emotional Growth.

Warnings: Minor conflict involving professional jealousy, Some implications of Aventurine’s manipulative tendencies, Light tension, but no significant angst.

The room was bathed in warm light, a sophisticated meeting space designed with tasteful minimalism: sleek glass tables, ergonomic chairs, and soft gold accents that hinted at the prestige of the beauty empire helmed by you. As the CEO of a renowned international beauty chain, you were no stranger to gatherings like this, but today’s meeting carried an unusual air of tension—because your husband, Aventurine, had insisted on attending.

Despite your polite protests, he had flashed his characteristic grin, brushing his hair back with a casual flick of his wrist.

"My darling wife," he had said, his eyes gleaming with a mischievous edge, "why wouldn’t I join? It’ll be fun. Besides, I’m curious to see the beauty world up close—and perhaps offer my humble insights."

That was how you found yourself seated beside him, your reserved demeanor starkly contrasting his flamboyant charm. While you were quietly taking notes, Aventurine lounged in his chair like he owned the place, his earring catching the light with every small movement.

The meeting progressed with the usual formalities, updates on product launches, and discussions on marketing strategies. The executives around the table were polite but clearly skeptical of Aventurine’s presence.

“Now, as we move to the next quarter,” began one of your department heads, his tone clipped and professional, “we need to focus on market saturation in emerging regions. The data shows potential, but our campaigns in South Asia have been underwhelming so far.”

You nodded thoughtfully, glancing at the figures on the presentation. While you understood the numbers, creative strategizing wasn’t your strong suit. You opened your mouth to respond but hesitated. That’s when Aventurine leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table with a sly smile.

“May I?” he asked, his voice smooth, immediately commanding the room’s attention.

The department head paused, clearly annoyed but unable to refuse. “Go ahead.”

Aventurine gestured lazily at the slide on the screen. “You’re looking at this the wrong way. Saturation campaigns won’t work here—they’re too passive. You need engagement. Create scarcity, make your brand exclusive in these regions first, and let demand build itself.”

There was a murmur of interest, but he wasn’t done. “For example, partner with high-profile local influencers. Host limited-access beauty workshops. Launch pop-up stores with exclusive products tailored to regional preferences—scarcity drives desire, and desire drives loyalty.”

The room fell silent. A few of the younger executives looked genuinely impressed, their pens flying across their notebooks. Your department head, however, looked less pleased, his lips thinning into a hard line.

“That’s... a bold suggestion,” he said, his tone edging on condescending. “But these markets are price-sensitive—exclusivity might alienate them.”

Aventurine’s grin widened, his gaze sharper now. “Price sensitivity is exactly why it works. People value what’s rare, even if it’s expensive. And when you make them feel special? They’ll pay anything.”

His confidence was magnetic, his words cutting through the skepticism in the room like a blade. You couldn’t help but glance at him, a small flicker of admiration stirring in your chest. You weren’t particularly experienced with affection or romantic gestures, but in that moment, seeing him in his element, you felt something... warm.

“Your husband is quite the strategist, isn’t he?” one of the female executives whispered to you with a playful smile. Flustered, you focused on your notes, your ears burning.

“Mr. Aventurine does raise an interesting point,” another executive finally said, breaking the silence. “We should explore it further.”

The department head looked like he wanted to argue but wisely held his tongue. Aventurine leaned back, clearly enjoying his little victory. Then, out of the corner of your eye, you noticed one of the younger male executives glaring daggers at your husband. His envy was almost palpable, his jaw clenched as he watched Aventurine effortlessly command the room’s attention.

As the meeting wrapped up, Aventurine stood, adjusting his fur-lined coat with theatrical flair. “Well, that was invigorating. I must say, my darling wife keeps excellent company.”

You rolled your eyes subtly, but your lips quirked upward. “Thank you for your... contribution.”

He bent closer, his voice dropping to a playful whisper only you could hear. “You’re welcome. But I think the green-eyed monster sitting two seats down is going to combust soon.”

Your eyes darted to the jealous executive, and a soft laugh escaped before you could stop it. Aventurine straightened, his earring swaying as he looked down at you with a rare softness in his expression.

“You’re incredible, you know,” he said quietly, his voice devoid of its usual teasing tone. “Reserved, polite, but you hold this empire together. I’m just glad I get to be a part of your world now.”

Your heart stumbled over itself at the sincerity in his words. Flustered, you turned away, pretending to organize your notes. “I... appreciate that.”

Aventurine’s laughter followed you as he escorted you out of the room, his presence larger than life, yet somehow grounding you in ways you hadn’t expected. For all his theatrics and charm, there was something steady about him—a gambler who, despite the odds, always seemed to know exactly when to hold on.